Angelina Tsuyama Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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First off, I hit the streets of Tsuyama, right? The sun was shinin’ over the mountains, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, not in this city. I drove down Kōen-dōri, and the traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, people! Get it together!

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